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Well
,
so
many
words
,
because
I
can
’
t
touch
you
.
If
I
could
sleep
with
my
arms
round
you
,
the
ink
could
stay
in
the
bottle
.
We
could
be
chaste
together
just
as
we
can
fuck
together
.
But
we
have
to
be
separate
for
a
while
,
and
I
suppose
it
is
really
the
wiser
way
.
If
only
one
were
sure
.
Never
mind
,
never
mind
,
we
won
’
t
get
worked
up
.
We
really
trust
in
the
little
flame
,
and
in
the
unnamed
god
that
shields
it
from
being
blown
out
.
There
’
s
so
much
of
you
here
with
me
,
really
,
that
it
’
s
a
pity
you
aren
’
t
all
here
.
Never
mind
about
Sir
Clifford
.
If
you
don
’
t
hear
anything
from
him
,
never
mind
.
He
can
’
t
really
do
anything
to
you
.
Wait
,
he
will
want
to
get
rid
of
you
at
last
,
to
cast
you
out
.
And
if
he
doesn
’
t
,
we
’
ll
manage
to
keep
clear
of
him
.
But
he
will
In
the
end
he
will
want
to
spew
you
out
as
the
abominable
thing
.
Now
I
can
’
t
even
leave
off
writing
to
you
.
But
a
great
deal
of
us
is
together
,
and
we
can
but
abide
by
it
,
and
steer
our
courses
to
meet
soon
.
John
Thomas
says
good
-
night
to
Lady
Jane
,
a
little
droopingly
,
but
with
a
hopeful
heart
.
The
End